Six
Perry lets out a giant guffaw when I exit the faerie paths at the old Guild ruins late that afternoon. “What is that on your head?”
“Um … hair?” I say, feigning confusion.
“It’s blue! And short!”
“I like it,” Gemma says, leaning back on her hands and examining my sleek blue bob. “It isn’t real, is it?”
“No, it’s a wig. I found it at the m—um, where I’m staying now.” Turns out Chase’s team has an entire costume closet of items to disguise one’s appearance, since most magical beings are immune to glamours. Gaius pointed the closet out to me this morning after my unsuccessful attempt at projecting multiple simultaneous illusions. “I thought it might be a good idea to hide my telltale golden hair,” I tell them, “since I almost got caught at the Guild this morning.”
“You what?” Gemma
